Is there a Doctor in the House?
“My, my, the scenery in Nagrand sure is lovely this time of day.” Iophon switched from prowling cat to dapper elf with his usual grace. “Having a party, are we?” He eyed the chanting Orc for a moment before turning his attention to Bjorke. He frowned. “I don’t suppose she’s far enough gone to let you do any Light-based healing?” He spoke to Myrre, all the while assessing Bjorke’s wounds.
“No, not really, but… even then, I fear my skills are not up to the challenge.” Read the rest of this entry »
Hero
Kaz’ran carried the dog gently, his large arms and hands cradling him. Even the Goblin downstairs looked stricken at the sight of Hero. He lay the dog on the bed, and headed back downstairs to do the same for Bjorke. She protested much more than the dog, and he grinned at her. “I like carrying you,” he said in Orcish, knowing she didn’t understand clearly.
She hit him anyway, and he laughed. The look in his eyes showed he was deeply worried for his friend, and her companion. He set her down next to the bed, and she knelt over her beloved dog. His fur was matted with blood, and he lacked the strength to whimper. She stroked him gently, speaking softly to him. Read the rest of this entry »
